Riding in cars with boys.

It's a movie featuring Drew Barrymore.

It's also something every girl does at least once. What's the appeal?

Freedom.

And so I go back a year and a bit, to an interesting phase filled with; parties, recklessness, getting home at 2am, only to study for the next week's final exams, deep-fried mars bars, loud music, and a lot of lights. Disregard for authority, the belief I knew Exactly what I was doing, restlessness and stupidity. Screaming matches, short-shorts, liberties taken for the sake of art, and always ending up in a secluded place near the water. Probably the most bad-ass I'm ever going to be because, I lived in the same city as my parents, and I always had a back-up plan. But a chapter worth remembering.

I have to wonder if I was getting it all out of my system before Life began and so did responsibility. Because I look back, and can't imagine being the girl that I was now. It's almost as if there's more at stake, or perhaps I'm just more aware of it now. I realised the other day, that no matter which way I spin it, I've left the nest and I have no choice but to be independant. And bold. But no longer in a rebellious, teenage way.

This is much bigger. And much more fulfilling.